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Subject : 발매 20주년을 맞은 투팍(2Pac)의 [All Eyez on Me]
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INTRODUCTION투팍 아마루 샤커(Tupac Amaru Shakur, 1971년 6월 16일 ~ 1996년 9월 13일)는 미국의 래퍼 겸 배우였다. 흔히 2Pac으로 불리고,죽고난뒤에는 '미카벨리'라고도 불렸다. 성을 제외한 이름 '투팍 아마루'는 케추아어로 '고귀한 용'이라는 뜻으로 잉카 제국의 18대(마지막) 황제였던 투팍 아마루의 이름을 딴 것이다.그는 미국의 탑 영화배우였으며,서부힙합의 왕이라고도 불렸다.그는 힙합계에서 에미넴과 더불어 가장 많은 앨범을 팔았다.(7700만장) ....
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yeah, ballad of a dead soulja
Its just the balled of a dead soulja This is the ballad of a dead soulja Ballad of a dead soulja The plan to take command of the whole family Though underhanded to be the man it was planned all my road doggs official mob figures love to act up the first to bomb when we rob niggaz I could be lost in my own mind to be the boss only thoughts grippin chrome nines niggaz get tossed up war scars battle field memories swore saw the devil in my empty glass of Hennessey talking to a nigga on the tight leash screaming fuck the police as I ride through the night streets little child running wild taught us danger watch the corner don't be alone death to all the strangers maybe I'm a mad man a pistol grabbing nigga i meet the sand man promise of merciless retaliation nothing is colder close your eyes hear the ballad of a dead soulja *(Thug for Life I will lead) Its just the balled of a dead soulja (A Life of Crime I will lead) Close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soulja (You play the game you play to win) This just the balled of a dead soulja (it's a crazy world full of sin) Close your eyes Completely lost revenge at all costs pay backs a bitch switch now the tricks crossed tossed up and never to be heard of a single witness screaming bloody murder, murder blast tell me homey what ya see now a blind man and a dead body I'm meant to leave town And get my cash though Hook up wit Kastro Homey had to blast on the task force Stupid coppers tried to play us out 'member that they took my money and my stash time to get it them back haha I pull my secret arrival two glock four-fives time for survival death to my rivals tell me what you want lord? Nobody left after the death of a drug lord haha the situations critical Nothing is colder then hear the ballad of a dead souja *repeat Big coward put your hands to the moon when my glocks rang out the niggas came out BOOM who wanna see me in a challenge so merciless I'm terrifying niggas in my ballad do u feel me? Capo a couple time one day ill be the Don until then I remain strong my only fear of death is reincarnation busting at my adversaries like a mental patient To all my niggaz facing sixty years Sheding tattoo tears another suicidal on the peer take a private plane trying to survive the game for all my homies that'll never be alive again All they promised us is death nigga take a breath could be the last one left nigga its real now, uh feel it and fantasies ain't nothing colder listen you can hear it, the ballad of a dead soulja *repeat This go out to Kato, Mentor (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) All the niggaz that have passed away (Close your eyes, Ballad of a Dead Souljah) Mutulu, Geronimo, Seyku All the down ass ridahz All the niggaz that put it down All the souljaz All the niggaz that go through that day to day struggle (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) All the niggaz that passed on All the niggaz with ambition and money in their heart All the niggaz want some and that dont take none, hahaha (This is the ballad of the dead soulja) The police is so scared of us All the feds, they don't hear us They wanna see us dead, They got pictures of a nigga hit (Ballad of the dead soulja) Try and see me in chains Shit, them niggaz will never breath again Before they put me in a cell they'll see me in hell (Cos this Ballad of the dead soulja) Got my pistols cocked Run the whole mutha fucken block Fuck the cops The police, we run these streets nigga (And this Ballad of the dead soulja) Heh, these niggaz cant see me Half the world wanna be me Multi-millionare Shit, it ain't fair But nigga you know It's the ballad of a dead soulja |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
[2Pac - over background voices]
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends.. (Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches? Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at? Throw your hands in the air Everybody just throw your hands in the air) Let's be friends.. (Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde..) [2Pac] Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double-R tinted As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady you can help me multiply my stacks baby Currency seems small I need companionship (hey) Through with that - scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink Check out my - diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling) This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth I can't stand no sneaker-wearin nappy head bitch Let my pedigree, re-breed me, they're so cheap Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief Mash on my so-called comp, who the man? While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!) Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?) (where you at baby?) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (cash makin hoes) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends [2pac] I met you and I stuttered in passion Though slightly blinded by that ass It was hard to keep my dick in my pants Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcore; starin and watchin Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind Back in time I recall how she used to be I guess money and fame made you used to me What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen Got my hands on your thighs now Let me in between as friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (wessyde in this motherfucker) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (in this motherfucker right here) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends [2Pac] Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!) Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game? Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha) Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot for pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches My movement, baby let your back get into it Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it You got me high! Let me come inside! I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!) Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch? Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block) You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game? Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change? Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked It's the fuck song, so check my record And let's be friends (Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at) Thug style! [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my niggaz at?) Friends.. (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Where my people at? Let's be..) [2Pac] Where my people at? Show me where my people at Where my people at? Show me where my people at All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Be friends, tell me where my people at Be friends, tell me where my bitches at Make money, take money, be friends [Chorus: singer + 2Pac] Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (c'mon, get your cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid) You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your friends.. (c'mon, getcha cash on) Why you trickin on them other hoes? Let's be friends Make money, take money! (*repeat 5X*) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Fuckin lil' homies..
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil' homies, straight thuggin Lil' bad young motherfucker, gotta love him You catch him in his G ride, clutchin his glock Screamin Outlaw (Wessyde motherfucker) bustin on my enemy's block Educated on these cold streets Gettin money makin dummies out the police, ain't no peace for an adolescent nigga to rap, so be a thinker Bud smokin twenty-four seven, everyday drinker Got my diploma but I never learned shit in school Mo' money, mo' bitches, mo' murder fool Always the young niggaz gettin in shit She wouldn't stop to conversate so you called her a bitch (BIATCH) Bustin on paper thin motherfuckers Drinkin gin 'fore you get to sinnin on them busters Emptied his clip, passed by like he didn't know me Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus: repeat 2X] Lil' homies on the ride Niggaz gonna die tonight, let's get high tonight (my lil' homies) Lil' homies on the mash Runnin from these punk police, cause lil' niggaz run the streets (my fuckin lil' homies) [2Pac] I remember.. when you was just a lil' G Flirting with death, playin Russian Roulette, screamin KILL ME! Hey there young nigga, what you smokin on? Mad at the world cause you came from a broken home Love to squad plus your mob is sick A bunch of adolescent niggaz spittin major shit Tell me, young nigga if ya die let me know Would your heart feel pain, watchin as your mother cries? Will all your homies ride? Or will they all get high, and talk about how you died? Young niggaz on a mission to compete Gettin G's, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try to tell him but he act like he don't know me Pull out his pistol and show me, my lil' homie [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Hahaha, whassup nigga? YEAH! You lil' bad motherfuckers You motherfuckers know what time it is Yeah nigga! Juvenile delinquent-ass motherfuckers Under eighteen.. better protect that shit! [2Pac] First to bomb, sixteen on death row Bustin on them phony motherfuckers cause the big homey said so Niggaz knew I was a nut case, quick to blast Livin underage, but he'll blaze on yo' bitch ass Is there a heaven for a G? And if it is, will I finally get to be at peace? On these streets ain't no peace, shell-shocked souls makin money off of crack sales, young black males Unable to change cause it's a cycle Plus nobody knows.. the evil that they might do Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K. Kastro Big mouth Hussein, call them Outlawz Tellin the world to be equipped When these young motherfuckers rip shit, they don't quit Drew down on me, pull a pound on me Bust like he didn't know me, my lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Whassup nigga let's do this shit! My lil' homies! Lil' bad-ass motherfuckin adolescent niggaz! My lil' homies! What the fuck you niggaz wanna do? WHAT NIGGA? My fuckin lil' homies Sixteen, fifteen, thirteen, my fuckin lil' homies [Chorus] [2Pac - over Chorus] Juvenile delinquents ready to BUST on you motherfuckers What the fuck you niggaz wanna do nigga?! Nigga take yo' shit on, lil' homies! We robbin motherfuckers nigga, Thug Life, Outlawwwwz! Wessyde! You know what time it is, my lil' homies! [2Pac as Chorus fades out] You know what the fuck you gotta do nigga, Outlawz nigga My lil' homies.. |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo Quiero
Yo Quiero Cojer Yo Quiero Cojer (Spanish: I wanna fuck you) I'll let your ass have it Take care of business Oh for real Ghetto chorette (Verse 1 - Tupac) Now you been acting like you want it for a long time All up in a nigga face, giving me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'll find peace A Gemini so you really blow my mind freak C'mon I got my clothes off, hard as a nigga in jail Skinny niggaz throw the dick well Everybody get they condoms, rubber cause it's time to fuck Hurry up and put it on nigga time is up What's next? Got my mind on some group sex Where you going baby I ain't even through yet Do it like a true vet, love it how I threw it to ya In and out make it good to ya Remember me? I love fucking slow with the lights low Black, Puerto Rican, even white hoes Felice Amor, Que Linda, Dame Veso (Spanish: Sweet love, your a cutie, give me a kiss) Come to poppy Fuckin' till the shit is sloppy (sloppy) If you really want it (Chorus) (If you really want it) Tupac you know If you really want it (x6) (If you really want it) I really want it Yeah Alright, all my real niggaz and my real bitches, let me see you do it like this C'Mon Rock ya, body body x7 We came to Rock ya, body body x7 We came to (Verse 2 - SKG) Daddy rock a playa body till I tell you to stop Hit the right spot, if not, leave some money and kick rocks I'm a thug hoe, I need a thug nigga up inside me A playa that can ride me, a cat that can buy me Make a jazzy hoe like me, bust a sweat Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck Demand your respect I'm not an on my back hoe I rock a dick and hit it to the core Bustin', twisting nuts (censored), hit em up I'm a Sagittarius freak My real hoes feel me Legs open wide, nigga dick inside I barely ride tonight's the night for you to hit it doggy style Lay me on my stomach while I'm counting out hundreds Fake bitches front like they don't wanna keep it real But you know you want a thug nigga just to see how it feel Hoes wanna rock Gabbana, Dolce and Versace Let me rock your body mouth on my (censored) call you papi (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (yeah) Ya like that? Yeah. Yeah. Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body (Y'all want that) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Yeah. Yeah. Y'all feel me Damn Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Rock ya, body Do it. Do it. Yeah, uh, c'mon, uh. Rock ya, body body x6 Yeah, I'm a hit it too Rock ya, body body x3 Rock (Verse 3 - Tupac) See, it all started simple Turning me licking your nipples Fucking you doggy style to this instrumental Hands up All up inside your head I could stand you Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on Baby let me zone in What do you mean, can you scream, let it go, biatch How does it feel? Gotta nigga like steel in ya To keep going on, fucking like I'm killing ya Lets go another round Baby is you down really Two shots of esctasy Lick a nigga down silly Your body next to me I can touch you inside, and you'll cry So good when a nigga leave, you'll die My mama told baby be a man put it on a hit On bitches like switches coming around the corner I wanna let me get my ride on It's your dick baby but it's my song If you really want it (Chorus) Rock ya, body body Rock ya, body Rock ya, body body If you really want it If you really want it (Tupac talking) Gotta send this out to all the freaky bitches Definitely all the Scorpio's and the Gemini's, and the Virgo's You know I know the truth about you Scorpio's and you Virgo's No doubt gotta give it to the Capricorns They some freaks too on the down down The Libra's, they like it even but they still like fucking. No doubt. Aquarius's, Libra's, that said though Leos, they some freaks Leos is freaks, they always wanna run shit in bed Sagittarius, Taurus, Cancers All you freaky fucks I'm a Zodiac fucker I do you all one at a time and all down the line Lets get busy |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
I was so money orientated, initiated as a thug
Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang Now tell if I'm wrong but sayin "Fuck the world" got you deeper in my songs Drinkin 'til I earl, spendin money 'til it's gone It's the good life - maybe niggaz got it goin on Now maybe if I died, and came back, wouldn't have to slang crack Addicted to the game, so obviously we came strapped Please forgive me for my wicked ways, fuck a bitch Bad Boy niggaz eat a dick a day, bumpin this Lord have mercy it's a slaughter So wicked that my tracks is wettin niggaz like it's water I learned my lessons as a thug in these wicked ass hood fights But I'm a baller now, nigga, I live the good life *This is the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust them hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die We live the good life, fuck my foes God bless the dumb niggaz that, trust these hoes Found a way to stack money guaranteed to rise and live the good life, cause thug niggaz don't die No one knows what the, future holds, but you Haha.. listen close They say reach in yo' heart and you'll find your mind Every day in the streets, got my foresight blind My after time is narrow, peepin down the barrel of a foe Just a nigga or a killer I don't know so who makes the call will I fall a victim like the rest? Slug in the chest, one in the dome and make sure I'm gone Send me home all alone in these cold streets In desperation constantly drinkin and I can't sleep Neck deep strugglin tryin to survive SOme wanna die I wanna stay alive, eyes on the prize Let me modify this whole region I declare this sucker duckin season, give me the reason why I should change, into a softie .. after living so loftily It cost me my soul out of control in a devil's world Me, my niggaz, and my girl - livin the good life! *Repeat I spend my days and nights not knowin if, strays in flight gon' finally catch me, it's the good life, can you hear me? Clearly over the edge, soon as I wake up Last night we off the hook, doin way too much But it's the fast lane only, big dealin big ceiling All for the money, some kill some squeal All for the money, most ain't even real but we still call 'em homies, now what the fuck is that? Fake love, fake thugs are, all in the game I watch 'em all plot and fall while we come up and gain Outlaw never surrender is the call when you hear us comin Better start to get to runnin 'fore my click get to gunnin Still in the midst of all the stress and pain I'm still tryin to get a hold of the game, livin that good life *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
To my unborn child
To my unborn, child In case I don't make it Just remember daddy loves you I did everything I could to make things good for you So don't worry about it To my unborn You know daddy loves you Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed since I was born to wile In case I never get to holler at my unborn child Many things learned in prison Blessed to be still livin' Tryin' to earn every penny that I'm gettin' Reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission When I was conceived and became to be in this position My mama was a panther, loud Single parent but she growled When she witnessed baby boy rippin' wild I went to school but I dropped out And left the house cuz my mama says I'm good for nothin' So I'm out, since I only got one life to live God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again Or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin' revenge for the agony they did to me See my life ain't promised but it sure get better Hope you understand my love letter To my unborn child * I'm writing you a letter (To my unborn) This is for my unborn child (To my unborn child) Wanna let you know I love you Love you Wanna let you know I feel this way (To my un born) Cuz I think about you every day (To my unborn child) I have so much to say So complicated to escape fate And you can never understand till we trade places Tell the world I've been guilty to bein' anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be a rapist It's time to face this, cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the hood play? I got shot 5 times but I'm still breathin' Livin' proof there's a God if you need a reason God believe in my own fate Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way Dear mama I'ma man now I wanna make it on my own not a hand out Make way for a whirlwind prophesized I wanna go in peace When I gotta die On these cold streets Ain't no love, no mercy and no friends In case you never see my face again To my unborn child * Repeat Dear Lord can you hear me? Tell me what to say to my unborn seed In case I pass away will my child get to feel loved Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs Cuz bein' black hurts And even worse if you speak first Live my life as an outlaw What could be worse Cuz maybe if I tried to change Who am I kiddin'? I'm a thug till I die I'm a ride maintain, touch base, eat lunch In plush places, regular criminal oasis awaits us If there's a heaven for true thugs I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein' there Just know, your daddy was a soldier Me against the world Bless the boys and all my little girls To the Lord I'm eternal Restin' in peace Please take care of all my seeds And my unborn child * Repeat Please take care of all my kids And my unborn child To my unborn child This letter goes out to my seeds that I might not get to see Cuz for this lifestyle Just know your daddy loved you Got nothin' but love for you And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I Cuz I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind When you get to my age you'll understand Just know I got love for you And I'll see you if there's a ghetto in heaven If there's a ghetto heaven I'll be there waitin' for you Heh heh Take care Run wild, but be smart Follow the rules fo the game I know sometimes there's confusion Rules of the game is gonna get you through it, all day every day Watch out for these snakes and fakes Snakes come a dime a dozen Work hard Study Get your mind right |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin?
Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? *Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker breathin Bustin, my automatic rounds Catch 'em while they sleepin, now I'm the last motherfucker breathin *Repeat Woke up with fifty enemies plottin my death All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chest Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed Had me creepin 'round corners, homie sleepin in my vest Shit, I'm like a hostage on this troubled block, call the cops A thug nigga screamin Westside, bustin double glocks Hittin corners in my Chevy Surburban Liquor got me drivin up on the curb, hand on the steerin wheel swervin Bless me Father I'ma sinner, I'm livin in hell Just let me live on the streets, cause ain't no peace for me in jail Gettin world-wide exposure with a bunch of niggaz that don't give a FUCK, ridin as my soldiers I just release 'em on a war path, not your average dealer Westside Outlaw; Bad Boy killer, huh Complete my mission my competition no longer beefin I murdered all them bustas now I'm the last motherfucker breathin *Repeat Make sure I hold my position, stand firm in the dirt For all my soldiers gone, we burnin the earth Outlawz WORLDWIDE, we pack the block Shootin rocks at the kid, I'll bust back for 'Pac Ask Yak, he'll tell you that it's hell down here Stale down here, too many jails down here Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble, Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me I'm still breathin Now we was raised, "Fuck this life," I rose my right Holdin on a tight grip with death in my sight And the dark is my light, I'm cynical, sleepwalkin as a true Walk around town with a pound full of, bitter food Came a long way from my born day, dead away where there's war play Fuck friends I'll say, rather die for my A-K with these fag-ass niggaz, see-through glass ass niggaz Only ride my dick and the skin of my mash-ass niggaz Breathin! *Repeat Uhh, I walk around with a knife in my back Talkin bout a bad day, I live a life like that It's unfair, and I'm losin my hair, blastin hooligans Catch me, I'm fallin out flat, yo I'm ruined and breathin in sewer stench, no one give a fuck about me I leaned to like it like that, when I was still in mommy The side of seedy that the devil run from In the belly of the beast, that's where the fuck we come from And still I'm breathin! And still I'm totally wasted, they want me to face this Just lost two of my closest na'r one of y'all can take this But I'm Makaveli trained, simple and plain We number one motherfucker bout to do it again Shit, 'Pac still doin it, you hoes can't ruin it Two million everytime he drop I know you fuckers losin it We movin in - for the kill, for a meal, holdin steel Hold the wheel I'm bout to give these niggaz somethin they can feel Fakin real, but we the raw and uncut Style-bitin thug lyin niggaz, give it up! We hit 'em up! (and we still breathin.. and we still breathin..) Tell 'em nigga.. tell 'em (and we still breathin..) Who'll be the last motherfuckers breathin? *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Oh man
(Hey) Yeah (Hey) (Ha ha) Let's turn this house Into a happy home (This for all the homeboys) (That couldn't) Let's turn this house Into a happy home (As long as one of us got it) (Some of us got it) Let's turn this house Into a happy home (You know what that is) (Stay down for me) (Ha ha) Now we been kicking it, For quite some time Remain beside me, Through my trials In this life of crime, We done fought So many times, I forgot to count I never hit you, Now the coward Rather leave your house, Remember Back in December When we was tight, Sippin' Alize And Crystal While in every night In my bedroom Promise that I commit to you soon Tongue kiss me Everytime you see We step inside a room, Straight out the hood We promise to be good To each other Plus I love you So I know You goin' make A good mother Just try to understand If I change a time It's only cause I never owned Anything that's mine So I'm trying, You can stay With my momma But keep the drama To a low, Never call the police I never call you Bitch or hoe We were all Born hungry In this world Alone Finally moved out My mom's house And got a happy home Hap-py home (lets turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally made it out of my momz house) (Got a happy home) Hap-py home (lets turn the house into a happy home) Happy home (huh) Born through hard times ghetto child of mine I wonder if you have to suffer for your father's crimes To be honest It's a hard road Just keep your faith in God Knowin' you can be scarred though Look at him walkin' and talkin' A little child with my eyes and mouth Father, Watch over little seeds Help me guide them out Had to change my whole lifestyle Married my baby's momma Made her my wife now I'm tryin' hard y'all Maybe in time I'll be a better man Watching the older couples handle it like veterans Show me the meaning of forever And together we rise if it would Help our child grow live together We die Why question my love It's so easy to see without my family All I'm left with is a shadow of me After all the arguements and the nights alone Now it's time to live the good life Inside a happy home Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally got to live a good live inside a happy home) Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (A happy home) All these problems got me gone,we got a family of our own I just want a happy home (turn this house into a happy home) Long as we just stand up alone, I'll promise I won't do you wrong I just want a happy home (Finally made it out of my momz house) (Got a happy home) Hap-py home (turn the house into a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally got to live a good live inside a happy home) Hap-py home (Finally made it out of my momz house) (Got a happy home) (hey) (Haha) (Turn This house into a happy home) As long one of us got, Some of us got it (Turn this house into a happy home) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out
Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas That's right Fuck these fed Niggas Pac Do it, Do it, Do it. (Tupac) Come hell or high water Down to slaughter opposes Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova Outlaw til' it's over Brandish my strap, back like a cobra I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man We're never sober On a one man mission My ambitions to hold up the rap game While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts And still Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies They don't feel me So we fued Bringin' war to the city With each breath Death before dishonor Never let you swallow me No apologies, your honor A general in war I'm the first to bomb With a squad of trusted killers quick to move shit, heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam Sometimes I question Hussein Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sand storms Then transform Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi Murdered my friend built a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi Gon fly now Nigga like Rocky You got a lot of nerve to play me Another gay rapper Bustin' caps at Jay-Z (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) And still avoid capture While you all caught up in the rapture Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris No doubt We used to havin' nothing Then grabbin something and bustin Wanted to be the thug nigga That my old man wasn't I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation Niggaz playa hatin' Got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screaming Death Row Throwing Westside Ain't no thang We was raised off drive-by's Brought up to bang We claim mob M-O-B., if you be specific We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific And get this I'm hard to kill When I bill with this live spot Father How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots? Live it up or give it up and like demons Late night, hear em screaming We going All Out (Chorus) We going All Out Bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route With out a doubt War, which means, we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay Nigga go all out Busta's playing with your papes Better go all out Trying to see the next day Nigga go all out Obstacles in your way Better go all out (Napoleon) I'm on my land sled Walking through the belly of the beast Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs Say hi to these slugs It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast Who was riding with Pac But when he died they went pop I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs Just west coast what? To my real niggaz stuck in these street game These rappers like Jay-Z Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins It's true what I'm saying Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome I Ride or Die While these other fag niggas be biting this It's all from my heart when I was writing this Now it's All Out (Chorus) (Kastro) We all ride And down to die Who with us? Speak up Or get treated like you coming to kill us They nothing but squealers In this rap game swearing they rough Tattoo'd up And now them nigga swearing they Pac Stop that and watch your back We ain't forgot about cha These glocks hot And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha It's me, Kastro With the goatee Walking like an OG Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me I go all out And if you real you real Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real I live it Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth Or get blood in it What, we going all out nigga (Chorus) 2X Fool, you better go all out Keep going all out All my niggaz going all out Without a mother fucking doubt Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don) It's still war mother fuckers So lets see you act like you know |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
My seductive introduction, be specific
still a loser, but exclusives what I give you when I kick it And I'm still lifted, niggaz can't get with Mr.Wicked Picture me flipping, my adversaries getting a dick swiftly Niggaz is swinging wild but they sounds miss me You can bring that bitch with your whole click And still get treated shitty, business never personal I'm up before the sun come up, I'm tired Just a ghetto star, a droptop double R is what I'm riding Nigga if you was half the man your bitch was Bring your artillery, when you come for me cause we sick thugs No hesitation when I pull and blast Cause Syke was busting Plus Bo had em ducking screaming get they cash so So now I got the law on me, my phones tapped So I had to send word through my lil' homies Tell them niggaz just begin when they pull the trigger Shit this is what you get for fucking with the wrong nigga This is what you get when your fucking with the wrong nigga Haha yeah nigga, peep Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray And thank the lord for giving me another fruitful day I wanna be a peaceful man, but still when niggaz come for me All I can see is getting em killed, for real its how I feel Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals Make my enemies deal with my steel They caps peel, we still cool , but you played yourself Give em the mac and make em spray yourselves Heeey, Falling legends, clutching chrome 3 5 7 Putting two bullets to they dome, wanted to die in heaven While calling shots nobody real, its clear its me Ain't trying to help the fedz get a case for conspiracy Murder my foes, get disposed of, we all homies till the death So my true niggaz show me love God forgive me for my lifestyle, a negative figure But why they fucking with the wrong nigga? You know its like Why you fucking with the wrong nigga? I was raised by thugs schooled by killers Learned my mathematic skills from real drug dealers Tried to rise but they tried me I guess they all had to die cause we tried peace I die on these streets, blast till they recognize Still do or die all my niggaz getting high Watching time fly, best strategize on a way to profit Best organize how they ride so they can't stop it Then keep it popping, Alot of buster wanna see me fall I fucked your bitch and now this new shit gonna fade em all My niggaz ball, made a call for some backup The little homiez and my dawgs in a black truck Buck Buck was the sound, as thier gats burst No need for ambulance. baby bring the black hurse Shoulda never fucked around buster How you figure making moves on the wrong nigga This what it sounds like, bing bing bing When you fucking with the wrong nigga Niggas getting hit when they fucking with the wrong nigga Fucking with the wrong nigga |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha)
Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on Tell me lady how you like me and if you want it harder baby, come and bite me but do it lightly; cause that excites me to let it pop And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night Only got fucked by a drug dealer Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga (haha) Though I like the way you scream when you lovin me I'm goin deep, it's the thug in me; so whatchu sayin girl? *A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you I got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you girl (*'Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points) Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum I got ya head swingin, tongue kissin as I hit it from the back with the bed ringin (haha) Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass Love fuckin in tha mo'nin I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone Left you on yo' own girl Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice - that's if it feel right Maybe it's the thug in me I pull ya hair while we fuckin in the chair, when ya lovin me Up against the wall, you can have it all; just try Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin you Now open up and let me put the thug in you *Repeat Say baby what's your phone number? Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder, I make the room rumble In and out long stroke, hold ya breath now Close your eyes deep throat - did you like it? Oooh I'm excited! Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited - c'mon now Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me how long will it take to cum, havin fun Do it one on one and we can all get involved First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all When you call me the next day to get sexed by a nigga in the best way Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came I gotcha goin wild, cause I'm lovin you Drugged out with this motherfuckin thug in you *Repeat (x2) I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations I don't got no motherfuckin explanations, y'knahmsayin? It's the thug in me Don't be askin why I'm pullin your hair and why I fuck so motherfuckin thuggish That thug passion, y'knahmean? Bitch, no mercy What you scared of? Didn't you come over here to get fucked? You ain't come over here for me to be strokin, and all that bullshit You came over here to get fucked Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style Bitch you'd leave my house talkin bout, "Tupac can't serve me" Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me! .. |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Imagine if you could go back, actually talk to the
muthafuckas that put us here (ha ha ha)you know, the first muthafuckaz that came into the slave shit (excuse me, excuse me, look) We back for everything you owe, no longer opressed Cause now we over-throne those that placed us in this rotten mess Unless we agree on strategy and pick our enemies RIDE Who stands accused of the abuse my own kind to RIDE Pardon, not dis-reguaridin' what you thinkin' But you must abandon ship, cause once I rip, your whole shit is sinkin' Supreme autiology, you claim the whole Claimin' that we all drug-dealers with empy souls That you should tempt me to roll, commit to violence In the mists of an act of war, witnesses left silent Shatter, black tylin-style, thoughts I throw It remains in your brain, then ofcouse it grows Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise Picture a life where black babies can survive pass-fire But we must have hope, quotin' the reverend from the pope But refuse to turn the other cheek, we must defeat the evil coprait Lace me with words of destruction, and I'll explode But supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow This ain't my talkin' 'bout problems, I bring solution Wisdom, restitution, stipulated through the constitution You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights Listen to the screams of the lives you sacrificed And incase you don't know, ghetto-born, black seeds still grow We comin' back for everything you owe I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' (how do you pleed Mr. Shakur ? how do you pleed? how do I pleed? yes sir, how do you pleed? you know how I pleed, come on !!!) I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin', comin' Not guilty on the grounds of insanity, it was him or me Bustin' at my innocent family, say they lookin' for keys I was home alone, blind to the Prelude Bustin', talkin' bout "where is the quelos", "what you say fool !?!?" "Where in the hell is the search warrant !?!?" "no feed- back" is what he uttered Before he screamed "Nigga-muthafucka" Dropped me to my knees, I proceed to bleed Sufferin' them "Way-No" blows to my hands and knees Will I survive? as God whatchin' I grab his gat and bust in self defense, my only option God-damn... Now they got me goin' to the county jail And my family can't pay this outrageous bail Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal Move me and my people to a mansion in Brazil Not me ! so this is how it ends, no friends I'll be stressed, and they just re-posess my Benz Told the judge it was self-defense, but he won't listen 'Till I'm bumpin' in some federal prision Givin' everything I owe I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin' I'm comin' collectin' the shit that belong to me Muthafuckas are runnin' and duckin' I'm a crazy nigga on a mission, with a bad mentality All my missles, guns, gernades, pull out the penn, free I'm comin', comin', comin' |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Some where inside my childhood I missed my heart die And even though we both came from the same places The money and the fame made us all change places How could it be through the misery That came to pass The hard times Can make a true friend afraid to ask For currency But you could run to me when you need me I'll never leave honestly, someone to believe in the shit we see It's a small thing through and true What could I do? Real homies help you get through And comin' new he'd do the same thang if he could Cause in the hood true homies make you feel good And happy times we be actin' up call the cops Bringin' the cease to the peace that was on my block It never stops, when my mama ask me will I change I tell her yeah but it's clear I'll always be the same Until the end of time *Change, these broken wings I need your hands to come and heal me once again So I can fly Until the End of Time Until the End of Time Till the End of Time Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin My hard stare seem to scare all my sister's kids So you know, I don't hang around the house much This all night money makin' got me outta touch, shit Ain't flashed a smile in a long while An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto child's My attitude got me walkin' solo Ride out alone in my low-low Watchin' the whole world move in slow mo For quite times disappear listen to the ocean Smokin' ports think my thoughts Then it's back to coastin' Who can I trust in this cold world My phony homey had a baby by my own girl But I ain't trippin' I'm a playa I ain't sweatin' him I sex his sister had her mumbling like a Mexican His next of kin No remorse it was meant to happen Besides rapin' the only thing I did good was scrappin' Until the end of time *repeat *repeat Ha ha Now who's to say if I was right or wrong? To life my life as an Outlaw all alone Remain strong in this planet full of playa hatas They conversate but Death Row full of demonstrators And in the end drinkin' Hennessey made all my enemies envy me So go when I flow illuminatin' easily Falls to they knees They plead for they right to breath While beggin' me to keep the peace Ha ha Well I can see close into achieve In times of danger don't freeze time to be a chief Follow my lead I supply everything you need An ounce of game and the trainin' to make a G Remember me as an outcast outlaw Another album out that's what I'm about, more Gettin' raw 'till the day I see my casket Buried as a G while the whole world remembers me Until the end of time *repeat *repeat And the angel comes down and takes me away Memories of me And my son's alone to stay Inside Until the End of Time Till the end of time Maybe it's the thug in me |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Chorus 2X: 2Pac)
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (2Pac) Thugs known to bust on sight God bless my crazy life la vida loca homie livin that thug life Been raised in violence homicide's my lullaby Came with the homies and learned to kick it until we die Boss players you wonder why I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me ride Bitches and niggaz in penitentiary suits I send 'em letters and money orders and make 'em my troops As for you females, I got no time, I gotta get mine You cannot blind me addicted to a life of crime My time as a shorty was full of car chases While runnin with John Gotti's and Scarface's Niggas knew, I'd be the Don of my own crew A million niggaz with automatics who swarm through You wonder who shot me here's a clue, stay alert Cause we comin' for you, and keep it money over bitches (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Keep it money over bitches) Nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks M.O.B. and you know we keep it money over bitches (Fatal) I blow you up on the spot, these glocks hot 'til you drop All you wannabe cops, you don't wanna see shots I beef deep with the police, peep what these streets do to me Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the bad image of this scrimmage From here to East Greenwich through every state with a sentence Frozen weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya 1 2's we oughta cruise right by the state troopers When I'm drinkin Crystal, start thinkin 'bout Al Bacardi coverin my body at the wink and a smile Bag a hottie or two, cause butter shotties for you I got more bodies than Drew, I drink (Minoti Anu?), fuck your crew This type of shit I do for a petty hobby Fuck the whole world it's Fatal dog against everybody (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Mopreme) My shit's phenomenal, droppin like domino Comin with the real yo and fuck what you feel yo This is not for all the freaks in short skirts This is for my niggaz nationwide doin work, get your feelings hurt Lose mo' faith than a composure, money and the doja Bitches is a cobra with deadly venom Move as smooth as I get 'em, stackin G's My niggas crosstown got keys Hoes get diseased and fleas, for these enemies money over bitches (Nigga!) (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Big Syke) I'm hittin sixteen switches, my money over bitches The struggle continues I'll miss you on my road to riches I'm contrived to strive never laggin Disappear in the night with my 64 dragon, rag flaggin As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck Pager blowin up but I don't give a fuck I'm fully stocked on the block, pockets full of rocks sellin Loc'ers and smokers engaged twenty-fo'/seven So what can you do for me and what can I do for you But stay true, and do the things that we do Blinded evil-minded no option for my offspring Reminded can't find it complications what the future brings Losin my mind why you sweatin me all the time I'm caught in a bind, quality time on my grind Rather be lonely honey and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches (Chorus 2X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (Kadafi) That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope he awoken Payin my own that's tokin chokin off-a glocks smokin Money and power watch these bitches cause they skanless Gettin niggaz fucked 'n stuck from Timbuk' to Los Angeles Ain't a nigga ruggeder than this grimy Heine' guzzler Cowards better duck before my calibers start rubbin ya Me and my troops play blocks in groups, runnin in flocks Deuce-deuce in my socks keepin a watch out for cops Gettin kicked, I keep my mind on my riches While uncontrolled schemes keep me choosin my money over all my bitches (Chorus 4X: 2Pac) M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob on you tricks and you know we keep it money over bitches (2Pac) That's right nigga Money over motherfuckin bitches MOB. on 'em nigga Keep your motherfuckin mind on your money, fuck these hoes (Thug life baby) You don't need no motherfuckin bitches You need some motherfuckin money Get your mind right nigga, keep your game tight Play right play by the rules and you'll get paid fuck the fools We up out of this bitch here We gone (E.D.I.) BIATCH! |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Uhh ... World wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figga (O-U-T-L-A-W-Z) World wide mob figgaz (For real, for real) World wide mob figgaz Check game little young punks World wide mob figgaz (EDI) What? Uh, uh Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up And what? I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O-U-T-L-A-W-Z Fucking with a nigga living destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in ? When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark, where the real thug niggaz see ya are? We world wide mob figgaz (Young Noble) We got niggaz on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang) We got homies on the front line living it up We got ladies in the back street giving it up Ain't nothing but a thug thang (thug thang) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (nutz hang, nutz hang,) World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang (Napoleon) Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin Shouldn't (?) if you ain't kill nuttin You didn't kill me now you gotta face a young man got chrome heavily armed Outlawz did that, heavily gone So we ride with what's left us, the best of us Plus we wake up with our tech on us We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin way it's so pitiful I'll leave you mother fuckers critical We heard the slick shit you said on fucking Too $hort tape But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed Just switched to fake Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop This how it go in our family Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually We world wide mob figgaz (Tupac Talking) World wide mother fucking mob figgaz Weed smoking, Gun toting, drinking Riding on our mother fucking enemies Y'all know how we do it A world wide mob figure (Young Noble) I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z M-A-R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady blew out the squad and the whold sausage (?), hitting donuts in a six Sip Coronas when we bendin the corner, brothers hit Urban legend, dirty third still reppin Still double-S to bum rush your session I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt Sprint to the church that you got comin Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin Ain't nuttin but a thug thang, bust your brains Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game Under our belt, we huntin the wealth, you fuckin yourself off Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz (Chorus) World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang.. (Verse Four: 2Pac) Hey watch out man, look out Known for doin scandalous deeds, no handlin me And nah it aint the drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me I swoop down and cause havoc My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin niggaz have it I've been labelled as a thug nigga Since they don't sell my shit to white folks ship it to the drug dealers And catch a catch a nigga world wide A fuckin mob figga West coast, who-ride When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger But we ain't sell our souls Bustin on my enemies, murder my foes At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action Now get to clappin to my cuts, a world wide mob figga (Chorus) (2Pac ad libbing) Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast Yo Mo, get over there, get over there Hey yo Malc, get Bustin them mother fuckers Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here Fuck them niggaz West Coast nigga, West Coast World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga We thug life Nigga know what time it is Get the fuck out of here Any day, any day nigga, come on Hey come the fuck on We out nigga, westside!!! Outlaw ridahs biatch!!! |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
(Gunshot)
Thug Life (thug life) Microphone Check (microphone check) Outlaw (outlaw) Microphone Check (microphone check) Where You Bitch Niggas Coming From? (where you bitch niggas coming from) You Don't Know (you don't know) Look Like you a seed (look like you a seed) From Makaveli The Don (from makaveli the don) I Can Hear your style (I can hear your style) Sounds Like Makaveli The Don (makaveli the don) 2 Pac (2pac) My Nigga (my nigga) So Much trouble in the World Nigga (trouble in the world nigga) These Niggas Can't feel your pain (feel your pain) Thug Life (thug life) Outlaw (outlaw) Forever (forever) Oh You Bitch Niggas (bitch niggas) The Hardest Nigga (the hardest nigga) Ever to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone) Got you Bitch Niggas Trailin' his tail (trailin his tail) I don't know if you catch up (catch up) But Yet and Still (yet and still) keep trying nigga (keep tryin nigga) Keep Trying (keep trying) Thug Life (thug life) Outlaw (outlaw) Forever Nigga (forever nigga) For Eternity (eternity) For Infinity (infinity) So Remember (so remember) Makaveli The Don (makaveli the don) His Thug Life (thug life) Lives On (lives on) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Me and my closest road dogz
To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! Shit half the times we flaunt cause trouble My closest road dog it was cool cause I love you Fuck what they talkin bout Let me take you back in time, rewind to eighty-nine Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be sure I'll be saved soon? Catch me dip into the light, of a stray moon It's gettin deeper now, let me get yo' mind right Fuck yo' enemies, nigga grip yo' nine tight, tonight's the night Murder murder Mr. Lucifer Pictures of the devil DUCK when he shoot at cha, it's all political Runnin from the future, escapin in the fog Live yo' life like a hog nigga, me and my closest road dogz *Every ghetto street got a crosswalk Let me get to the other side with my road dogz All roam in the scary place called home Take a second victim and if they all gone, my closest road dogz Every ghetto street got a stop sign Can I trust in you my road dogz on mine? Even when I'm goin through hard times I still got my closest road dogz lookin out for all mine Haha.. bring artillery and ROLL with a nigga They could never take the soul of a M.O.B. soldier nigga Cowards get rolled up, mob on 'em Makaveli Boy youse a boss player, that's what all the bitches tell me Even if I died now I live my life eternally and never lie down, why cry now? Fooled a few but never 'came a gamer, ain't tryin to hear it Evil spirits hide at total strangers, yo' life's in danger Prepare nigga be aware, cause we ain't scared M.O.B., 'til I die, when we ride niggaz disappear Fill 'em up with pistol smoke Never forget to blow a hole in his head for leakin information to the feds The burnin bed was the tellin sign Two hired guns bustin everyone, yellin everybody die Why the fuck they fuck around, we left 'em in the fog bleedin like a stuck hog, me and my closest road dogz *Repeat Fuck they feelings, that's what they get for squealin That's the pressures of a gangsta, dangerous this drug dealin See me in physical form, my niggaz swarm Take the figure of a circle beatin jealous niggaz 'til they purple Simon Says take they heads homies and send them phony motherfuckers to dwell with all they dead homies Fishin for fake niggaz, observe and shake niggaz The only way to see six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as the globe To live and die as a millionaire, on .. Set to explode, my M.O., is kill them hoes My pistol's like a disease, my enemies and foes Get murdered and disposed of, we in the fog Makaveli the Don, and my closest road dogz *Repeat (x2) |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
[Lil' Mo]
Tupac and Lil' Mo, hmm, how gangsta is that? Hehe.. ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh, ooooh-oooh {*Mo keeps harmonizing in the background*} [2Pac] One two.. to a nigga nature, haha.. No need to cry now, go wipe your tears, be a woman Why you actin surprised? You saw the bullshit Comin fake hair, fake nails, fake eyes too So why you, bound to fuck wit fake guys too Aint nothin' hard about it why you lookin sad? Shoulda though about it Say you learned, I truly doubt it I guess you got a problem with affection, kinda loose with the love Gettin freaky with the thug niggaz up in the club Ask to buy you a drink, you holla Dom Perignon Knowin I'm a cash getter still I, remain calm Let you chill with me; plus you was smilin 'til the bill miss me That's what you get for tryin to dick me Missed me with that "Buy me this, buy me that" syndrome shit Bitch get a job if you wanna be rich Gettin mad cause I cursed and I scream I hate'cha Introduced you to a nigga nature, feel me? [Chorus: Lil' Mo] Kissed the girls, made them cry Thuggin life, and gettin high Why you gangsta, all the time? That's a thug's nature Though sometimes, I can deal with it I realize, that I'm feelin it It's a love and hate relationship but that's a thug's nature {*add to line four of Chorus first time: "That's a nigga nature"*} [2Pac] I'm probably too nice at first, I let you kiss me where it hurts Me and you gettin busy, slingin dick in the dirt Met you at a pool party it was cool to kick it See us, tounge-kissin, you was truly with it Little ecstacy, Hennesey, mix with me Picture me pay for pussy when the dick's for free Hey now, where my niggaz at? Tell these hoes Before I pay; I jerk off, word to Moses Visions of you sittin there sweaty and wet Pointin to the places that you want me to hit Give me room all up in the womb, call the cops Nigga, hittin walls 'til them bastard drop Label me Makaveli - thug nigga with bite Livin life like a rock star's Friday night Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now! [Chorus] [2Pac] Haha.. started as a seed from the semen; straight outta papa's nuts Lustin for creamin - bitches with big butts Curves make a nigga cry, tits and shit When I'm locked down beggin you for porno flicks Sneak weed in, help a nigga pass the time Put my name tattoo'd so that ass is mine Tell everybody; 'Pac put it down for good A local legend through the whole hood, follow me I got a gun on me, goin for none on the run baby You know a nigga need some, is my son crazy? Why I cry, when I be thuggin til I die Picture a nigga in heaven, high off weed I fly Got me missin dead homies wishin phonies would die Hit the weed and hope it get me high; dear God Understand my ways, livin major Blessed with a thug's heart.. and a real live nigga nature [Chorus] {*add to line four of Chorus: "That's a nigga nature"*} {*add to line eight of Chorus: "Cause that's a nigga nature"*} [Chorus] {*add to line four of Chorus: "Hey, just be a nigga nature"*} {*add to line eight of Chorus: "Cause that's a nigga nature"*} [2Pac] It ain't my fault [Lil' Mo] Hehe, Q.D., where you be? Ahh [2Pac] Don't blame me blame my momma, a nigga nature [Lil' Mo] QDIII, and Lil' Mo Tupac, puttin it down fo' sho' ("Cause that's a nigga nature") I realize, that I'm feelin it Cause that's a thug nature Though sometimes I can deal with it I realize, I'm feelin it Love and hate, relationship Cause that's a thug's nature ("Cause that's a nigga nature") Yeah yeah yeah.. yeah yeah yeah.. Yeahhh yeah.. and that's a thug's nature Where you at? Holla |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
When thugs cry..
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take Got us dying; when thugs cry, times is hard [2Pac] Born thuggin and lovin the way I came up Big money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine busts My pulse rushin, semi clutchin into insanity They shot at my cousin, now we bustin at they whole family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old man before I understand why I had to live my life with pistols close at hand Kidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up bad They even raped her so we blazed they pad Automatic shots rang out, on every block They puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyin They got me sleepin with my infrared beams And in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screamin What is the meaning, when thugs cry? [Chorus: singers] Oh why, should you send your child off to die In the streets of chalk where they lie Let no wrongs cry out when thugs cry Dear God.. Oh why, does it have to be this way, our children of today won't stay wise Let the children hear when thugs cry Dear God.. oh why.. * ("When thugs cry") on line 4, first time only * ("thugs cry") on line 6, first time only [2Pac] Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me buggin Where is the love? Never quit my ambition to thug Ain't shed a tear since the old school years of elementary Niggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiaries But still homey keep it real, how does it feel to lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid? You all alone, no communication, block on the phone Don't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is gone Where did we go wrong? I put my soul in the song to help us grow in time, but now our minds are gone We went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitches We went from welfare livin, to worldwide riches But somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strange Lost all my homies over cocaine.. mayne See they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lie See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac] And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventures Bustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with dentures Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless in my attack I take command of your dreams Leavin motherfuckers drownin in they own blood Clownin takin pictures later Laugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitches Regulate my area, the terror I represent Makin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went? Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't long Where is the end to all my misery, is there a close? I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry [Chorus] [2Pac over Chorus] I shed tattooed tears for years for my dead homeboys and my prison peers Y'all ain't never heard my cries Now you wonder why would you die? [Chorus] |
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from 2Pac - Until The End Of Time [Explicit Version] (2001)
Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga
C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the fuckin car man Get in the fuckin car... get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car Cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby) You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, we Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck them hoes (2Pac) Repetitive blows are thrown, to my foes No love shown get disposed of blasted full blown My unknown tendencies to mash my car Getting wicked with my ski - mask, find the stash and dump While niggaz run I'm the last one standin, the rest die Victims of my lethal chrome cannon, Westside Though it's worldwide no one can deny my views Tracked it to my very fabric once the plastic blew Five shots changed my whole life, throats were slit Niggaz die by my orders when I wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass the fame and let the game go rollin past Why you change, it's a cold world taught me life Retaliation proves niggaz never caught me right Say they shot me in my nuts, out of luck quick Bullshit nigga cause I'm still fuckin yo' bitch Niggaz got me twisted in a bad way, why you change? Fuck with me, all this shit pay, nigga fuck the fame (Young Noble) Don't remember Hit 'Em Up, don't make us do it once... more Yo' niggaz know, you ain't fucking with them Out... lawz We keep souljas, souljas from Compton to Brooklyn Your the type to get sniped, when the cops is lookin Don't nobody give a fuck cause you done crossed the game Lost in fame, and you should take, all the blame You made yo' bed nigga lay in it Scared to come up out that cell nigga stay in it It's not a game only got one click we Outlawz from the do' Dirt stains when I buck on the fo', you kissin the flo' We dirty as the motherfuckin streetz of Jerz We sweep niggaz with the words though the heat's preferred Holla You don't have to worry you can ride with me now Niggaz are quick to scream how they die for me now Only got one click, they Outlawz on the Row Fair exchange when we fuck these hoes, let the punks know (Napoleon) 'Pac I wish I was in the motherfuckin car wit'cha I'd have took every bullet that they threw, hand of God nigga I only got one click, Outlawz 'til I'm gone Heavy in the game and we coming for they fuckin throne The love is gone well it is what it is And plottin on us, they best be prayin for they kids, mayne You don't have to worry cause I ride for ya Like K said over loyal even tell bout a lie for ya You put me in the game and dog I owe it all to ya And when it get to poppin I'ma fuckin ball for ya And everything I do gon' have your names on it I'll never let them forget I put my seeds on it (Kastro) You gon' die before yo' time, come face the truth In the middle of the desert nigga lace your boots As a youth, hundred proof, tap my chest is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a glock nine that shit is weak on the streets And if you can't strategize then you just can't eat If your life in another nigga hand, you deaded And if it's beef and your man disappear then don't sweat it Another fake nigga usin my strengths to get credit I mean (?) face sound scared but your heartbeat said it (Young Noble) I was born ugly, unlucky and dusty But now I'm a rider, connivin gutsy And I don't trust nobody, so don't nobody trust me And that's how I'ma go about it 'til somebody bust me I play for keeps like the OG's raised me If I sleep I won't eat, who gonna feed my baby? And I think I'm goin crazy cause my hair is gettin thiner I've been drinkin on the daily, I can hardly remember I got - bad nerves, paranoia destroyed me I love the Lord but the church can't cure me I sleep light, I wake peekin out my window With guns under my mattress and guns under the pillow And that's the way it's gonna be 'til they bury me But don't twist it cause none of y'all niggaz worry me (Outlawz) What the fuck you didn't know? Kizza - Kastro, Young Noble with the criminal flow You nervous nelly ass niggas belly up in the river, no dizoubt Y'all niggaz can't fade me with the clippers We put it down, look around, 'til we find you we hound Penitentiary bound, to remind you (Kadafi) Kadafi I bring the lingo to the click Tasty like a Pringle, sneakin through your chimney like Kris Kringle On some shit, get me free to let my ice click Ka - pling, ka - plow, I been a thug shootin slugs since a child Let the punks know (repeat 3X) |
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